Chapter 452 Whether a Woman Cares About Someone Depends on If She Gets Jealous
"How can I know what's in her heart?"
Albert's voice was filled with doubt, insecurity, and even a hint of frustration.
Doyle raised an eyebrow, thought for a moment, and leaned closer to Albert. "Do you want to know if she loves you, or if she loves someone else?"
Victor looked puzzled. "Is there a difference?"
"Of course there is," Doyle smirked. "Whether she loves Albert is one thing, but if the person she loves is someone else, that's a whole different story."
Albert, who had been lost in his thoughts, suddenly looked up sharply.
Doyle shivered involuntarily but quickly understood what he meant.
"If you really want to know if she loves you, find a way to test her."
Albert frowned, his lips pressed into a thin line. "How do I test her?"
Just then, a group of wealthy young men finished a round of games and sat down on the sofa opposite them.
They clinked glasses and drank, one of them asking Albert, "Mr. Valdemar, what's troubling you? If we can help, we'd be happy to."
These were Doyle's childhood friends, so Albert didn't mind sharing.
Seeing that Albert didn't stop him, Doyle explained, "He wants to test if his wife really loves him."
The group looked skeptical. "Seriously? Even you, Albert, have doubts like this?"
"Who wouldn't love you, Albert, just by looking at you?"
"If even you have these worries, I feel a bit better about my own problems."
Doyle shot them a look. "We're not asking for your opinions on his thoughts. We need suggestions. Mr. Valdemar doesn't have much experience in relationships."
One of the young men clapped his hands. "Whether she loves you or not, just shower her with gifts, surprises, and romance. Even if she doesn't love you, she'll fall for you in no time!"
"Sounds good to me!"
"Yeah, I agree!"
The rest of them nodded in agreement. After all, they were all from wealthy families and used these tactics to win over their desired partners, not caring whether the love was genuine or not, as long as they got what they wanted.
But Albert's needs were clearly different.
Doyle frowned. "Do you think Albert can't do that? He's already given half his wealth to his wife. He can outdo any of you."
One of them scratched his chin, puzzled. "That doesn't make sense. Whenever I do that, women flock to me."
A quiet young man suddenly spoke up seriously. "To test if it's true love, you need to provoke her jealousy."
Albert raised an eyebrow. "Jealousy?"
Encouraged by Albert's response, he explained earnestly, "Women get jealous easily. If she loves you and cares about you, she'll get jealous and upset if she suspects you're close to another woman."
"True, but I hate it when women get all clingy."
"It can be annoying, but it does show they care, and it feels great!"
Albert sipped his drink thoughtfully.
The smell of alcohol and burning cigarettes filled the air, making Albert's mind a bit hazy. His friends were getting more excited as they drank more, some opening more bottles, others getting rowdy. In a room full of men, things often got out of hand.
Albert felt uncomfortable. He sat there, his brow furrowed, his eyes distant despite the alcohol. The occasional light highlighted his tall, imposing figure, making him seem even more unapproachable.
"Albert, why aren't you drinking? It's no fun if you just sit there!" A drunk man staggered over with a vodka bottle, trying to pour more into Albert's glass.
Before he could touch the glass, a firm hand covered it.
"That's enough."
Albert's cold voice wasn't loud, but it was enough to silence the room.
He didn't say much, but everyone could feel his displeasure.
Another man quickly stood up. "If you don't want to drink, that's fine! We've been drinking all night! Albert, how about we go listen to some music?"
Albert shot him a cold look, stood up, straightened his slightly wrinkled shirt, and left without another word.
"Put it on my tab."
With that, he grabbed his coat and walked out.
After Albert left, the others started scolding the man who tried to pour him a drink.
"Are you crazy? You tried to force Albert to drink!"
The man, now sober and a bit scared, said, "We're friends. He wouldn't get mad over something so small, right?"
Doyle glanced at Albert's departing figure and tried to lighten the mood. "Don't worry about it. He's probably just in a bad mood after a fight with his wife."
"That must be it!"
Albert exited through the VIP passage, which was mostly empty except for a few staff members who led the way without looking up, their professionalism evident.
Albert didn't like being followed. He nodded slightly. "You can go."
"Yes, Mr. Valdemar. Have a good night."
Albert walked out alone, pausing as the bright lights and lively atmosphere hit him.
Just as he figured out which way to go, a woman in a cheap work uniform blocked his path.
"Hey, handsome."
She approached Albert with a familiar air.
Her low-cut top revealed a deep cleavage, and her short orange skirt looked cheap, but her smooth legs still caught men's attention.
She was a typical bar girl.
"Want another round, handsome?" She gave him a seductive look, her long fingers reaching for his shoulder. "I'll keep you company..."
Before she could finish, Albert's icy glare made her step back.
"Get lost!" His voice was firm and commanding.
The woman, now scared, took a step back.
"No need to be so mean. If you don't want a drink, just say so."
After saying that, she turned to leave.
Watching her go, Albert remembered what his friends had said.
"To see if she cares, make her jealous."
Albert changed his mind.
"You, come here."
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